Ryde On Da Regular

Every day I ride on the regular

You just regular, probably smokin the regular

Yeah you the prey, I'm the predator

Yeah you the movie, I'm the editor

Now tell me what'chu know about the zone

You go to jail when your man is comin home

Try to get Grants but the plan was all wrong

Wait for the time but the sand is all gone

What's the regiment? Smoke weed, get the Benjamins

Hit the spot for cocaine measurin

Got a Desert Eagle, need a city eagle

Tryin to tell my niggaz the whole city evil

And all I know is murderers and gritty people

But it is what it is

And do what it do, I ain't gettin money my nigga

I keep it movin cause it ain't good biz

Half a mill' to a mill', that make you hood rich

If you dope as a dime, I can get you a good brick

You don't understand when I'm talkin this hood shit

Then turn the volume down and on to the next

Got your girl on Patron then she's off to the X

Got the Lex from the Japanese triad connect

Iraq, Iran, guns on deck

In the hands of the shooters if the funds ain't correct

Yeah, now what you know about the street life?

You could lose your life any night you don't creep right

Hoodie up with the mask down

School of hard knocks, the Ghost never was the class clown

Now tell me what you know about the hood

You doin bad but you plannin to do good

You wanted platinum but they'll put you in the wood

You wanna ride and switch sides if you could

What's the schedule? Hit the streets stay credible

Everybody food seems edible

Got the trey pound, got the four pound

Ride around town playin 'Pac then it's Dogg Pound

Keep a big joint, or a long sword

I'm tryin to win and fuck the points on the scoreboard

Homey this the game of death

No Bruce Lee, I don't use the pen or the looseleaf

All I need is the Dutchy, if not two sheets of bamboo

Handle, you like the bars on the bike

And you don't want a scar for your life

This is the Ghost, I earned my stars and my stripes

Nigga